Enslaved (7 page)
Authors: Brittany Barefield
Tags: #Literature & Fiction, #Romance, #Historical, #Ancient World, #Short Stories, #Historical Romance
“Tighter,” she said.
He wrenched it with more force as he fucked her. The front of his Herculean legs smacked against her hamstrings, mimicking the sound of applause. Delirious felicity was building, lifting her to a higher plane as if she were flying toward the gods.
“Stop.” Macer emerged naked from the shadows. Having observed the libidinous revelry, his engorged shaft seemed near to the brink of orgasm. “I do not want you to finish yet. It is a splendid show and it is my turn.”
Canus pulled out. “Mount him, my pet, and I will watch.”
Macer lay on his back and hauled her across his lap. She spread her legs wide to straddle his hulky form, enveloping his rod with her cunt, the walls stretching more than ever before.
“You feel good.” His hands prowled along her body, tracking her breasts as she jounced.
She was almost too intoxicated from lust to see Canus dipping his fingers into a shallow tray of olive oil. He slathered the liquid on his cock and gradually stroked it with one hand. He began easing the middle digit of his other hand into her asshole. She flinched and her sphincter clamped around the end joint.
He halted. “Relax. You will fancy it, like our first time together.”
“Listen to him, darling.” Macer’s fingertips titillated her blossoming bud. “This is act two of our play and a first for us all.”
She had been scared the night she lost her virginity, unsure what to expect, only knowing that she yearned for Canus. He told her to relax as he entered her then. So with a little discomfort and a small blood sacrifice, she gained him and the love and pleasure he brought.
He recreated that magical moment by taking her anal maidenhood with his finger. He slowly slid it in, up to the middle joint, and prodded at her sensory nerves. The sensation was different, almost alien to the one she had received vaginally, but that made it more intriguing and she liked it.
Her remaining orifice demanded equal satiety. She grasped Canus’ neck and piloted his lips to hers. Their mouths melded as feverish tongues lashed at each other.
Macer, still lying under her, led her right hand to Canus’ shaft. She hugged it with her palm.
“Make him burst,” he said.
She repeatedly yanked from base to crown in tempo with Canus’ probing finger. Every millimeter inward boosted her closer to that ethereal plane.
Seeking divine release, Marcella swiveled her hips, beating her clitoris against Macer’s pubic bone. The emeralds, akin to droplets of perspiration, seemed to drip down her chest, bouncing in unison with her breasts.
“Faster!” Macer grabbed her waist and sped up the sensuous choreography that his burgeoning cock pleaded for.
She mumbled an incoherent affirmative.
Canus drove in the rest of his digit and she soared to the heavens. He swatted her ass with his other hand. “Do as you are told.”
Responding to their cues, she arched and bucked and bent like an acrobat.
“Yes, yes,” they chanted. The room churned with sounds of fleshly friction and breathy exclamations.
Canus’ finger pitched and yawed inside her as Macer navigated her hips like a ship’s helm on a stormy sea, bruising her skin.
She continued riding him and working her hand along Canus’ swollen rod until their body heat boiled over. She tossed her head back in wild abandon and all three climaxed with the power of an erupting sexual volcano.
She toppled onto the bed between them, giggling due to the aftershocks that vibrated from her cunt. Her fantasy came true. She had a husband and a lover, and she had them at the same time. They became her masters in the bedroom and she was gloriously enslaved.
“I love you, Marcella,” they said in husky cadence.
“I love you both.”
About the Author
As a native southerner, where telling old tales is commonplace, Britt Barefield began a love affair with writing as soon as she could hold a crayon. Throughout adolescence, she enjoyed penning poems and short stories and escaping into books from every genre. She earned an academic scholarship and graduated from the University of Louisiana at Monroe with a Bachelor of Arts degree in journalism and a minor in criminal justice. After college, she spent three years in the U.S. Army where she met her husband. They now live with their young son and baby daughter in Missouri.
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